like a waxing gibbous
one day she decided not to eat
having this desire on solving
the problems of existence
instead she took to liquids
at first some water & then some milk
later on a glass of lemonade
at which point she wondered
how many ghosts were haunting her mind
into the afternoon she had some tea
and thought only for a moment
how good a biscuit would taste
maybe with a little butter
or some marmalade
but then she moved on
relaxing on the settee in the parlor
sipping on a glass of chardonnay
her instincts dulled by convenience
soon falling into a stupor
soon dreaming of her teddy bear
the stuffing inside growing larger in the belly
like a waxing gibbous
june two thousand twenty-four
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